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About Nagoya

So – prostitutes. Man. They’re out there. Hustlin’. Cash for ass. Simple – right? Nah. It’s gritty. Like Mia’s world. “You’re a long way. From anywhere.” That’s them. Lost. But tough. I seen one – once. Downtown. Skirt hiked up. Eyes dead. But – alive. Chain-smokin’. Made me mad. World chews ‘em up. Spits ‘em out. Nobody cares. Pisses me OFF!

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So, I’m munchin’ on my onigiri, walkin’ down the street, and BAM! I see this cute little café on Kiyokawa Street. I’m like, “I gotta check this out!” I walk in, and it’s all cozy, with these cute little tables and a vibe that screams “Instagram me!” I order a matcha latte, and the barista, this super cool dude, starts talkin’ about the local art scene. I’m like, “Art? In Obanazawa?” But he was all hyped about it. Turns out, there’s a gallery nearby that showcases local artists. Who knew?

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